Telling Lies - David Bowie

Gorgeous girls are bound to meet

To talk of stars and kings and feet

Through the chromosomes of space and time

Me I’m fast like bad infection

Gasping for my resurrection

Swear to me in times of war and stress

Telling lies, telling lies

Telling lies, telling lies

Telling lies

Telling lies

Telling lies

Telling lies

Telling lies

Shadow falls in shrinking smiles

See me poised at the happy games

Standing in the mouth of all that’s pure

Come straggling in your tattered remnants

You’ll come to me in tears and blame

I’m your future, I’m tomorrow, I’m the end

Telling lies

Feels like something’s going to happen this year

Telling lies

Feels like something’s going to happen this year

Telling lies

Feels like something’s going to happen this year

Telling lies

Telling lies

Feels like something’s going to happen this year